Dear you, I still remember my lonely nights, draped in confusion. When the ticking clock reminded me of my constant heartbreaks, back to back. I still remember my abandoned soul, roaming here and there, collecting flakes of love and storing them in the granary of my heart. I craved for shooting stars in my night sky to wish for a miracle beside me. There were times when I changed myself for 'them' to love me, when actually they just wanted someone else.
But you happened. Happened to my life, more than, to me. Your roguish giggles and jokes made their way through my ears till it reached their abode: my heart. As soon as my granary started brimming from your chatters and those condemned memories, my heart started blowing balloons of confusions, of fear all over my mind. But never did I realize when you could burst them, with so much delicacy and implicity. When your touches seeped through my skin, and connected my heart in a trice. You grasped my soul, with your ardent gazes and fondles. You unladed my silage of nightmares, filled it with your blissful presence. You etched 'us' in 'our' night sky, portrayed the only miracle: me, you said. And you made me love myself, with a completely different perspective, I was the same in your different way.
You collected the autumn leaves from the ground, refurbished my spring in your way. And it didn't took me any longer to surrender my heart to you, when you conceded me your soul.